The full moon hung quietly in the night sky, its faint light casting a peaceful glow over the capital.
The banquet hall lights flickered, casting scattered shadows across the floor. The glint of blades made the room's murderous atmosphere feel even more oppressive.
Wasn't that samurai supposed to be strong? How had he been killed in an instant? Had Kurozumi Orochi been hiding his strength all along?
Komurasaki stared in shock at Sukuna, who had been bitten to death in the blink of an eye. Disbelief filled her heart, along with a trace of despair.
It was all over now.
She had chosen the wrong side.
Although she knew she hadn't really had a choice, even if she had won temporary forgiveness by playing sweet and taking advantage of Kurozumi Orochi's lust for her beauty, she could never regain his trust.
What was done was done.
Komurasaki quickly glanced into the distance.
Fortunately, Denjiro and the green-haired samurai had fought their way outside. If Denjiro saw her in danger, he would never stand by and do nothing.
If Denjiro's identity was exposed too, all these years of effort would be wasted, and revenge would become completely hopeless. At the very least, she had to distance herself from him.
"Komurasaki, why? Why did you betray me? I hate being betrayed more than anything!"
Kurozumi Orochi's voice was cold, and his eyes were bloodshot. The rage had nearly driven him out of his mind.
"Betray you? You're wrong. I never liked you. I only approached you for money and power."
Komurasaki answered Kurozumi Orochi calmly.
She made up her mind. A moment later, determination flashed in her eyes. Grabbing the hem of her kimono, she turned and ran in the opposite direction from Denjiro.
The farther away she got, the better. She